All Chapters of Creatures of THE Night: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ugh…where am I?My head pounded, blood rushing in my ears. I reached out from under the covers to prod at my temples, rubbing circles in an attempt to offset the discomfort. Blurry flashes from last night occupied my mind.It was all a haze. Sensations of Orion's hands on me, but I couldn't remember his face. All I could remember was how he made me feel. I couldn't imagine his smile but I knew how it pooled warmth in my belly. I couldn't remember what color his eyes were, but I could remember the hunger in his gaze. The predatory desire enveloped me entirely. A wet, hot tongue sliding across my skin. A fire scorched under my skin so hot I didn't know if I could ever put it out. Everything he did just propelled me higher. Made me hungrier.I felt so fucking exquisite. Desired. Wanted.But that was last night. Time to get back to reality. Open my eyes, get dressed and leave. Pretend it never happened. If I talked to him, that would only make this worse. Guilt plagued

"Four businesses down. Two more left," I murmured to myself as I left the last cafe. Next on the list was a corner diner and I hoped they were short-staffed enough to hire me. The girl with the fucked up face.But that wouldn't stop me. Not today. I was determined to get a job. I didn't care what it was, I'd work my ass off regardless. I'd been waitressing before. Not my favorite, but I'd do what I needed to.Rolling my shoulders, I turned the wheel and pulled beside a parking meter about a block away from the diner. Not too bad considering parking in LA was a fucking endeavor. As confused as I felt when I woke up, very much alive, I also felt fucking spectacular. My eyes flew open at five o'clock in the morning, completely rested, still dressed in my pajamas. Tucked under the covers like I was when I fell asleep that night. Confidence poured off me as I dressed nicely to make a nice first impression. Cute but comfortable kitten heels, a flattering blazer, and a flared ski

Like the previous day, I felt amazing. Free from pain. Delightfully sated in a way I couldn't explain. But this time, I could remember everything. I scrambled out of bed, my nightshirt torn down the middle.Holy shit. I threw my messy hair to the side, seeing an angry red lovebite adorning my skin. My skin tingled as my fingers brushed the mark. Heat pooled between my legs. He marked me.It happened. Last night really happened.Every little detail of my dreams. The delicious stretch of Orion…or whatever his name actually was… filled me to the brim with his cock. The burn of the carpet against my back. The predatory gaze. His hunger and how mine mirrored his.I couldn't get enough of him. The taste of his lips. The buzzing adrenaline flooded with power. I never knew what power tasted like before I kissed him. Felt his tongue twist with mine in a sinful dance.His body was imprinted in my mind so I would see him every time I closed my eyes. His gorgeous strong features.

As I suspected, Orion was gone when I woke up. For a split second, I wondered if he had tricked me again. Fooled me through my dreams again…but then I smelled him.The scent of his cologne on my sheets. I had forgotten how good it smelled. How badly I wanted to bottle it up for myself. Musky and masculine. As sinful as he tasted. My mouth watered thinking about last night. His kiss. The way he fed from me. The sensation of his hand around my throat.We didn't have sex. He wouldn't even let me finish him off. I hummed in disappointment, getting lost in the fantasy of sinking to my knees in front of him. Watching the confusion wrinkle his forehead. For once it wouldn't be about my pleasure…it would be about his. I don't know if he ever indulged in sex for the simple primal enjoyment of it. I wanted him to want me, not for the necessity of feeding his hunger but for his own desire.But that begged the question…why would he come to me when he could have anyone he wanted? Why di

A dead silence hung over us. Him staring down at me, dwarfing me as I now barely came up to his chest. His confusion was written all over his face. He didn't understand me. "What?" The question fell from his lips almost before he could stop it. Then his uniquely handsome face pinched together like he tasted something bitter and he reached down, gripping my face in his hands. Harder than he usually did. Forcing me to stare at him and notice how his teeth were extended into fangs. Every part of him was different. Sharper. Rougher. But I still found him alluring. My cheeks grasped in one of his massive mitts, but still gentler than I expected him to be. "Your form pleases me," I whispered, staring deeply into his glowing amber eyes. "I still want you.""You're lying," he hissed out between his teeth, his entire body rigid with seething rage. He didn't believe me. Not for a moment.I couldn't help but wonder how many times it had happened. Revealing his celestial form to someo